dear mother, happy birthday (near bears ear, ut) i think i am loosing my eyesight DNA nuclear visiting a blind man, his wife is cooking their son is the guide of the nuclear tour water is not a mineral ice is all shamans are dead, dogs dig their bones out of their graves what is silica how does silica relate to diatoms diatoms are whale’s food diatoms are the invisible habitants of the ocean this was the ocean we are picking up oysters’ shells from the desert –compression made oil –this universe is expanding how volcanoes erupted, shaped the land…
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dear mother, happy birthday (bears ear, ut) in conversation with agnes martin as she comes to me at night “tell me about madness” i say she cast her shadow and shadow spills out over the mountains, she painted and re-painted “i came here to paint the mountains, but my mountains looks like anthills” she said. she said “i am not a woman” writing letters to women –wait, then make up replies from women
05.31.2023
–short man short man in garden gave me rhubarbs to make lemonade from i complimented him on his sweet peas he told me my cucumbers would fail my strawberries were done and that i should plant potatoes i plant after what leaves i like to touch, i said then he suggested bush beans and hokkaido —they will have edible flowers and soft leaves
03.24.2023
palm lover 4. the most distinguishing feature is the number of cotyledons, that is seed leaves, possessed by each type of plant. as the nomenclature implies, dicot seeds produce two leaves at germination, and monocots only one. by virtue of their being monocots, palms are more closely related to other monocots such as grasses. love the grasses. love and be one
10.20.2022
hjælp mig fisk hjælp mig månehjælp mig morhjælp mig bær og stenhjælp mig hjertehjælp mighjælp mig
04.10.2022
owl: western screech owl is back in nest box, spent the day sunning itself at entrance, watching: spotted towhees, ruby crowned kinglet, woodhouse’s jays, finches, sparrows, robins, starlings, northern flicker, warbler and a red hawk making a brief appearance
12.24.2021
you are living at a remote placeit has desert light: bleached & bright you have thoughts like: this is perfect loveyou are amazed you made this your home walking around in all this space & pleasureyou lift up your arms and feel like flying you take off, then gets liftedor caught by the buoyancy much higher than you inteded,in real life it is storming out, relentlessly: all is shaking & trembling each hour of each day into the night is a strenuous distance to covereven when being inside, still:it is not exactly scary, more like a rite
03.02.2020
beads in the morning small feather or shell shows herself with her creamy alluvian fan of whipped white, the round shape presents a reference point on your mental horizon: no sunlight in the days here pale hours throughout winter inside her form is spring-embryo gently pulling at your heart: repeat, repeat repeat
03.01.2020
beads said, yes i’d love to come back though working now. have to obey; the hours, the days —like beads, weighing against each other mirroring repetition, unable to know what is real and what is repeated yes, i’d love to come back; what is now and what has past said, what is lost stay lost the pain so abandoned; one can hardly recall or mirror the cause i’d love to come back —i’d love
09.02.2019
demon trap flying in over the canyon recognizing nooks and crannies, the river. cars like shiny insects crawling home or passing through you think my god it really is a wound that place, split open. the earth torn like skin, the bleeding sandstone, let it not devour me let me pass through this time — leave it
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